Eleanor moved slowly as she stood up from her comfortable, luxurious feeling cot, placing her bare feet on the cold stone floor of the dungeon cell before she could lose the strength of her conviction. Her body still ached, and her joints protested as she took a few steps away from the cot and the comfort of her goose-down pillow to stand in the middle of the dungeon cell, but to Eleanor, the minor aches and pains were a balm on her wounded heart.
She deserved to suffer, here at the end, for betraying Jocelynn's confidence, and though it hardly felt like enough, she would make up the balance in the end. Slowly, moving carefully so that she didn't fall and arouse the attention of any guards posted in the dungeon with the noise of her chains, Eleanor brought her knees to the cold stones of the dungeon cell, before stretching herself into the same position of complete supplication that she'd used to invoke a minor miracle of Holy Light in her cell just a few days ago.
